Chapter 17: Old Place, I Want to See You (7)
After eating, Li Qingshen went straight upstairs. Ling Momo cleaned the dishes and sat in the living room, casually turning on the TV and aimlessly flipping through channels.
From upstairs, bursts of music occasionally flowed down. Ling Momo tilted her head to listen, as if someone was composing a new tune—revising, regretting, and constantly repeating.
Presumably, this new piece was the theme song for Director Wang Yi’s new film.
Ling Momo lay on the couch, listening for a long time. It wasn’t until the music stopped that she propped her chin with both hands, tilted her head in thought for a while, stood up, and walked into the kitchen. She boiled some water, fished out the red tea, brewed a cup, and went upstairs with it in hand.
Li Qingshen’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.
Ling Momo cautiously peeked her head in, looking through the gap in the door, and found the man standing by the table, slightly lowering his head, holding a photo frame in his hand, looking at it with great concentration.
His eyelashes were long and slightly drooped. His brows and eyes seemed peaceful, with a hint of warmth on his face.
Ling Momo couldn’t help but be a bit stunned. This aloof ice-cold man actually had such a lively and gentle expression.